Being close to you makes my faint.
His arm was still around your waist. It tightened and you could feel him edging you closer. You willed away a girlish blush rising on you cheeks. He was close. So close that you feel his chest rising and falling, bringing you with it.
He smiled, forcing you to watch his lips. But not really forcing, more like taunting. And if that wasn't enough, his smile shot jolts down your spine. You haven't ever felt this way. Please, don't stop.
He shifted, still holding you and analyzing your reactions. Your face felt aflame at the thought and feel of his hip pressing into you. His smile grew wider, and he leaned down, his face closer to you than you ever imagined. His breath tickled your cheek and neck, sending goose bumps spiraling down your body.
"What," he whispered, his breath still teasing you, "is a girl like you doing in a place like this?" You looked around, realizing the part of town you were in. You looked down, embarrassed beyond belief. He chuckled deep in his throat, his chest rumbling. You suppressed a shutter. He raised an eyebrow, then slowly took his eyes off your own, then began to look over your face then down your body and back up.
"Yes," he murmured, still looking you over, "What /is /a girl like you doing in a place like this?" You licked your lips quickly, and did a once over on him. His strong jaw line was perfect for this part of town- as was his muscled arms, but the rest of him looked out of place too.
Despite the muscles, he was almost like a toothpick, a sturdy toothpick, though. His face was soft looking and clean-shaven. His eyes were the clearest of blue, and there was a trace of eyeliner. And his hair was bleach blond of sorts, spiked up to resemble Billy Idol. Yes, he was just as out of place as you were.
He grinned at you checking him over. This grin exposed probably the cutest teeth you've ever seen. And it makes you smile. He nodded, and for a moment, you feared worst. But he maneuvered you around to his side, so that your hips touched. During this, your shirt rode up, exposing peach skin. The sudden exposure to the cool air gave you more goose bumps than you already had.
His arm folded around you, pressing his hip into you hard, causing a surprised gasp to emit from you. He raised an amused eyebrow, and rested his hand lower, on your hip, right were the top of your jeans were. His thumb touched bare skin from where the shirt had ridden up. A jolt was sent up your spine, and you could of passed out from sensory overload.
He saw your eyes flutter and painted a self-satisfied smile on his face. Then with his free hand he reached up and caressed you cheek, while leaning in as if to nuzzle your neck.
"I suggest," he whispered, his breath playing more tricks on your neck, "That you act natural. I'll see that you get home. Where do you live?" Your face red, and your voice almost gone, you leaned closer and breathed barely above a whisper;
"Four blocks east. On Washington Avenue."
"Mmm." He nodded, then placed his head even closer to your neck. His lips just millimeters from you. "Then we had better be going." You swore that with every word he had just said he was kissing you, and your knees went weak. You wanted him to.
He straightened and pulled you until you practically melted into him. "C'mon, love," he said loud enough for the people passing by to hear. Then with the grace of a cat he began to move, pulling you with him. You two walked, ignoring the leering faces. Well, you were. At ever man licking him lips at the sight of you, he gave them a hard look that could of made lions cry. You were too flustered and muddled to notice.
By the time you made it home, you were surprised you were walking at all. His presence made you weak, and just a look from him and jolts of pleasure were making their way through your body.
But you were on your street. Closing in on the house you shared with your sister. He pulled you close and placed his mouth by your ear. "Which is yours?" You shivered. Now he was just doing this to taunt you. Maybe that was a good sign.
"There," you pointed to a white house, dark inside. He nodded.
"You gonna be okay alone?" Red faced, you nodded.
"Yeah. My sister should be home soon." He nodded, and you continued to the porch.
Stopping at the door you turned to him and smiled. He smiled back, showing you once again those teeth. "Thanks," you whispered.
"It was nothing." And you stood there, not really knowing what you say. After a minute of silence, a car pulled into the driveway.
"That's my sister."
"But, really, thank you." He stepped closer, looking down at you. Your heart paused for a moment.
His lips hovered above yours, before he opened his mouth to speak. His breath was minty, and you prayed he would kiss you. God, kiss you!
"It was my pleasure." And as he spoke, his lips brushed yours, and you wanted more. But he stepped away, said goodnight, and began walking down the side walk. You could hear your sister walk up to you. You turned to her to see her face confused.
"Who was /that/?" You gave her a secret smile, then turned to unlock the door.